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A REAL NIGHTMARE
In winter 2009 my family and I went to Marrakech because we had carnival holidays. My sister, my parents and I spent one week there. We had never been there before, but we were expecting the best.
We went to Madrid by van. Then, we took a plane there and we arrived to Marrakech at 1 o’clock more or less. We took a taxi and we went to a little but a lovely hotel near Jamaa el Fna square. We left all our luggage there and we went to have a delicious lunch at the big square. The temperature was fantastic and we decided to go to the bazaar. It was amazing, there were a lot of shops with millions of different and beautiful lamps, rugs, teapots... After having dinner, we returned to the hotel and we went to sleep.
The following days we did a lot of things. We did a marvellous trip to the Ourika Valley, we also saw the Majorelle garden, we visited the spectacular Bahía Palace too... but the most entertaining thing was being at Jamaa el Fna square. We were having fantastic holidays, but the worst was coming.
The day before our coming back, while we were going back to the hotel, my sister started to vomit. She was ill so she did not have dinner and she went to sleep. The following day we had to take the plane quite early but my parents had a walk and they drank a juice in a tabern. As soon as they came back to the hotel we took our luggage and we went to the airport.
When we were in the plane my mum started to say that she was feeling bad and we thought that the juice she had taken before was bad. While we were flying, a flight attendant gave my mum a coffee with salt in order to make her vomit, but it was in vain, she could not vomit anything.
When we arrived to Madrid we got on our van and we went back to Plentzia. As my mum was very ill, we put some clothes in the boot and she went there the whole journey. Four hours later we arrived and my mum went to sleep. The next day she could not eat anything because she was feeling very bad and she stayed the whole day in the bed.
Finally, my mum told my father to call an ambulance because she was feeling awful. When my parents arrived to the hospital some doctors started to do medical tests to her. In the end, they discovered that she had peritonitis and they operated her as quick as they could. Our fantastic holidays in Marrakech ended in a real nightmare.
In winter 2009 my family and I went to Marrakech because we had carnival holidays. My sister, my parents and I spent one week there. We had never been there before, but we were expecting the best.
We went to Madrid by van. Then, we took a plane there and we arrived to Marrakech at 1 o’clock more or less. We took a taxi and we went to a little but a lovely hotel near Jamaa el Fna square. We left all our luggage there and we went to have a delicious lunch at the big square. The temperature was fantastic and we decided to go to the bazaar. It was amazing, there were a lot of shops with millions of different and beautiful lamps, rugs, teapots... After having dinner, we returned to the hotel and we went to sleep.
The following days we did a lot of things. We did a marvellous trip to the Ourika Valley, we also saw the Majorelle garden, we visited the spectacular Bahía Palace too... but the most entertaining thing was being at Jamaa el Fna square. We were having fantastic holidays, but the worst was coming.
The day before our coming back, while we were going back to the hotel, my sister started to vomit. She was ill so she did not have dinner and she went to sleep. The following day we had to take the plane quite early but my parents had a walk and they drank a juice in a tabern. As soon as they came back to the hotel we took our luggage and we went to the airport.
When we were in the plane my mum started to say that she was feeling bad and we thought that the juice she had taken before was bad. While we were flying, a flight attendant gave my mum a coffee with salt in order to make her vomit, but it was in vain, she could not vomit anything.
When we arrived to Madrid we got on our van and we went back to Plentzia. As my mum was very ill, we put some clothes in the boot and she went there the whole journey. Four hours later we arrived and my mum went to sleep. The next day she could not eat anything because she was feeling very bad and she stayed the whole day in the bed.
Finally, my mum told my father to call an ambulance because she was feeling awful. When my parents arrived to the hospital some doctors started to do medical tests to her. In the end, they discovered that she had peritonitis and they operated her as quick as they could. Our fantastic holidays in Marrakech ended in a real nightmare.